The life of a probe is a lonesome one. You mine; you build; yet you get no gratitude, no recognition or pride. You are just a peon. Disregarded when nothing needs mining. Sitting on a patch of minerals fighting over who gets what, and sometimes, even waiting in line. The life of a probe is ongoing with the same pale procedure. Everyone looks the same and everyone acts the same.
Well, almost everyone…
Pykie is peculiar, he is made without the CHEBE4.5 Chip or in other words without a brain…

Pykie watched as the various probes jittered about, gathering minerals. Not a sound was heard besides the high-pitched slicing of ore. Everyone seemed so glum as Pykie sat there his eyes glaring out, with a big mechanical smirk on his face.

"I be probe", shrieked the little yellow unit.

"I can remember the time I be made!" I be made in a place called nexus. I be laying there in pieces, and they put me together.

"I be probe!"

There was a dead silence, and nothing changed. No one beeped a word. Pykie was confused, after all life was great and there were endless things to do. Pykie hovered across the cold stale ground over to a interesting building. He looked about in great amazement.

"What be this?" Wondered Pykie.

He then saw a tall slender figure with long sharp knife like glowing blades. Pykie moved along to this odd unit and exclaimed, "I be…"
"Get back to work you worthless peon!" Growled the Zealot.

Pykie was shocked, and scared at the same time. His mechanical parts shook all over, and aqueous oil like matter, trickled down his face. How could man be so mean?

Pykie slowly hovered over to the mineral field. He sliced at the ore and took off a small chunk.

"Where does this go?" Thought Pykie.

"Oh yes! It be nexus, it be nexus that this go!"

As Pykie began to go to the nexus, a large aircraft flew overhead and said get in! Get in! We are expanding! Him along with a few other probes, and a tall seemingly blurry figure were eventually crammed into the shuttle. Pykie sat there for quite some time as they flew over various terrains and waters. They were almost there, Pykie could see the blue ore and said, and "It be expansion!" The shuttle then came to a quick halt. Apparently the expansion was inhabited by icky purple goo.

What shall we do! Exclaimed the man known as Dark Templar. There seems to be spore colony there and I presume there are some lurkers in the premises.

"I be probe!" Said Pykie. "I will kill the spore colony and let you by!"

"Shut up, your useless!" Screamed the Templar.

" Bbbut, but, but I be probe." Said Pykie.

"Of course you're a probe, now shut up!" Yelled the Templar."

"I be probe, I be probe!" Yelled Pykie as he jumped out of the Shuttle and headed for the spore.

"Noooo!" Said the Templar. "You will do nothing!"

But Pykie was hard at work. He took out his small blades and slashed at the spore colony with all his might! He did it harder and harder, faster and faster! Then all of a sudden a trail of long brown spikes came his way.

"The Lurkers!" Yelped the Templar in a low-pitched voice.

The spikes ripped into his body tearing him apart, but Pykie kept at it. He seemed not to be affected by it. He was not powered by a Chip or Brain. He was rather, by some almighty power. Pykie attacked and attacked and blood started gushing out the side of the spore. The spikes kept coming and coming. With one final blow of his blades, the spore colony was gone, and he was victorious, and defeated at the same time. The lurker kept at him, bashing and bashing at his mechanical body.

Out of fury and sympathy for this poor probe, the Dark Templar rushed out and ran at the lurker. With one mighty blow the Templar destroyed the Lurker. Even yet, it was still to late. The probe was done for. The Templar put on a smile of sadness and pride as he held the probe up with his blades.

I be probe, said Pykie. "I be probe…
His green glowing eyes fluttered then slowly faded out.

This was originally written by Siegest.